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[cowboycrap]

Alright yall enough doodling around. It's nightfall in Alderwood, so grab yourself a hotel room, you can either opt for the snazzy spacious 5 star in the high class end of town or one of the less financially debilitating rooms on the second floor of the inn/pub, but expect to hear a lot of hooker noises and drunken cowboys from downstairs. You get what you pay for.

You ought to grab yourself a bounty poster and decide on a plan of action so that you have direction for your adventures tomorrow, because the Sheriff seems like he's not gonna stand for you taking advantage of their kindness if you're not going to hold up your end of the bargain.

There are four main bounties posted in the courthouse, but they're scattered about the town on posters, too. There's Dewie Martin, the highest paying bounty, Earl Johnson, Janna Turner and Billy Turner. There are other, lesser bounties, but those seem to be the four the Sheriff's really pushing for.

[Mission: rest up, youre going bounty hunting tomorrow morning]

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[sawedoff]

[fuck your angsty side profile. at least the commotion has died down somewhat, what with the loudest patrons having been drug out already. now the bar's just a quiet mess. the bartender's wiping down a glass and judging them for being the only two to stick around during all that]

...Well?

[cocks an elbow out to the side to turn to him. interrupts his solemn dramatically-lit angsting]

[cabineyes]

[ do you mind i'm having a moment over here. still not facing him because it's just more dramatic this way. looks down at his glass. ]

He killed someone.

[sawedoff]

[oop. well look at you with your tortured past. how deep. he lifts his chin and drops his eyes in consideration, turning back to his drink to give him his little angsty moment there]

Family? Girlfriend?

[cabineyes]

His own wife.

[ it's kinda ironic really. he has had time to look at it from all angles. plays with the half-empty glass in his hand. ]

The most important person to me.

[sawedoff]

[fiddles with the top of his glass as well, chancing another look to him. don't sympathize with the douchebag dean]

Sorry.

[not that it means much between them, but what with his dad and his mom, sam and jess, and now him and clara, he doesn't say it without some merit]

[cabineyes]

[ isn't that nice. he isn't looking for sympathy though. glances at him, slightly surprised by this sudden mutual understanding. ]

... So there you have it.

I am going to kill him for what he did. To me. And to her.

[ funny how he happens to mention himself first. sure he loved her and still does, but you can't help wondering if there's some ridiculous hurt pride in there somewhere because hook isn't that noble. never was. ]

[sawedoff]

[don't have to wonder about it much, there's nothing hook's ever done to suggest otherwise]

Yeah well, good luck.

[raises glass off the counter as a little mock salute. if he was expecting him to disapprove, walked into the wrong gin joint. not that he expects he'll have much luck, seeing as they're cordoned off in a shitty alternate universe or something]

[cabineyes]

Thank you, but I won't need it.

[ because he's right here. somewhere. except you don't need to know that. dean would just butt in and ruin everything like he almost already did. god he would have just burst if dean had killed rumpel instead of him. ]

I have come too far to start relying on pure luck.

[ besides you don't kill rumpel with luck. bitch is hard to finish as you know. ]

[sawedoff]

[honestly he has no interest in fighting hook's battles for him, he's already gotten his hands dirty the once for him with his soul business. if he'd known killing rumpel was his life's mission he probably would have just turned it over to him all things considered, kill two birds with one stone, enemy of my enemy and all that]

Yeah well given your track record with murder attempts you're gonna need something if not luck.

[cabineyes]

Good thing it's none of your corcern, now is it?

[ yeah thanks for the satan thing btw. maybe he'll pay for the drinks. finally turns his head to face him. it's not dramatic anymore, only gay. ]

Just like the lady in red wasn't.

[ keep fooling yourself dean. the hero business is gonna drag you down one day and you know it. ]

[sawedoff]

[pls no gay youll trigger me]

You have your life work, I got mine. Putting evil bitches down helps me sleep at night.

[we all have a job to do after all. maybe his line of work is a little too martyrish and heroic for some peoples tastes but its what he does and what he knows and he doesn't begrudge it anymore. and he certainly doesn't expect the thanks.]

[cabineyes]

Aye, but maybe they aren't so different.

[ just like he said to hel. you don't just wake up one day thinking i'm gonna start hunting evil stuff. ]

Who did the demons take from you? Your parents?

[ it's your turn dean. he remembers that mental note he made about dean's soft spot for dads like ages ago. not to mention how protective he was over sam. ]

[sawedoff]

[mouth turns down. he can't think of any good reason hook would want to know about his history other than to file it away for some manipulative bullshit, so he's not particularly keen on being open about it]

That's not why I do it. Maybe to start, but that was a long time ago.

[cabineyes]

[ that's just it. clever dean clever. ]

So it's all for a higher purpose now.

Trying to keep people safe and all.

Very honorable.

[ not to mention stupid. ]

[sawedoff]

I know, what a crap way to live thinking you can make a difference.

[i mean it's one part sarcasm at hook's obvious disdain for a life spent on anything but selfish pursuits, but another part bitter reality, because lets face it out of all the people dean tries to help or save how many of them has he actually made a difference in for the better. not enough of them anyway.]

[cabineyes]

[ you're so amusing. ]

Don't think so little of yourself, mate. Surely there's someone out there who thinks of your every night.

[ one way or other. ttriggering. ]

[sawedoff]

[stahp. rolls his eyes and looks visibly uncomfortable as he turns to scrub a hand across his stubble]

[cabineyes]

Or maybe several.

[ haha what's with the awkward. he enjoys it. places the empty glass on the table and gets up. ]

Take it easy, mate, it's not safe out there... as you might already know.

[ what a nice lil chat. also you're paying. bye. ]

[sawedoff]

[looks up to watch him go with an annoyed glance before resting his elbow on the bar and rubbing at his forehead tiredly. thanks. for the bill. asshat.]